Goin to the chapel...

So I realized...I haven't written a post since getting engaged, and that was over six months ago. So the gist is, I'm getting married.  I will be adding another name to my own.  (Sometimes I wish Taylor did that too, but that's beside the point.)  I am taking one of the scariest steps in life--choosing who to spend it with.  I am more than ready and at the same time scared out of my skull.  But I think if I wasn't freaking out, I probably wouldn't be doing it right.  

One major reason to be a bit nervous: I'm finishing my senior year at Furman, graduating, getting married a week later, soon after moving to a big city, and starting grad school.  You say "What?!" And I say, "Yeah, me too."  But I guess that's what life is about.  I'm kind of excited about all the changes.  New starts are always fun.  Still today, I get that little flutter in my chest when a new school year is about to start. (But hey I get that feeling when I buy a new planner.)  I may one day regret saying this, but I really like circumstances that make me uncomfortable and keep me from getting too settled.  I don't want to spend my life being used to my life.  

So yeah, I'm getting married, tying the knot, gettin hitched, gaining the old ball and chain.  Whatever you call it, I'm getting to spend the rest of my life with the man I love.  I cannot imagine who I would be without him.  Look out world, you only have 10 more months until the Gibson Coxes come running.